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life as a girl waiting. Without leaving an address
Sometimes it's a life of spinster I need.
An old rich girl, means .
A large apartment, the endless corridors decorated with frames filled with sepia photographs of families that may have never known that not even the branches of my tree, if it is. A piano, which takes the dust dint of being loved too little. Books connected, the pages still sealed. A polished wooden floor, one of those squeaky soon as one is 2.3 not fox trot too.
And an environment of old, plunged into mothballs. Something that would have shifted the life, lifetime, and fixed forever, outside, outside, upside down and cons modes sofas design and feng shui-shit.
Street could continue to swarm, the JT may still announce more deaths, threats, an impending earthquake, perhaps, nothing moves. Peaceful. Unalterable. Far.
A context that does nothing to remind me never, I have, it seems, whole life ahead of me.
Because it is with whole life ahead of me that I take the time to never look into it. I never take the time to do it in my life before me, because I have friends my age to see, vodka drinking, nights to catch up, to devour books, American series to gorging, streets to be surveyed, trains and thousands missing, many of both. A mid-state mid-pensive lethargic which leads me to settle into my office and let me hang on till Card weekend. For several hours, I mean, my eyes do that, they hang on till Card weekend.
If only these tickets credit card inspired me a revolutionary idea that would overturn the world and stifle the wicked ... But not before those tickets where already the carbon pales, I swoon, first, having spent a wonderful evening. I then discovered the amount, great, it, too. And then, I blanched and try to remember. It's me, the wicked muffled now. Terrific, my evening passes formidiable. That's how I say, more recently, to qualify a night I could swear it was supposed, but I can not remember as shots of memories. And generally, this is the moment that I think of the incalculable amount of € invested in black holes. Biffetons much that if I had saved diligently, would have allowed me to stop being afraid to spend more than I have. I saw so much beyond my means than any up there, they look even more petits.Il seems it can not last.
I'm not the first to say, I will not last if I had was very rich, otherwise I would have been great. I gave my life that I promised him, small, in Dear Diary.
I'm not saying that I only worked for humanity or moved heaven and earth to the ozone layer. If anything, I would not even "made" ballerina saving lions during the holidays. I was ultimately the same, but better, a million times better €.
A kind of lazy pleasure, on a nicer couch. Surrounded by clocks which indicate that the seasons. That's really all that matters seasons, the hours, they even have a personality to them.
And most importantly, someone would have handled the mess of my store Thursday night. So Friday, I could m'attabler at a desk cleared of all these tickets credit card and a desktop friend, who would not have devolved. And the cherry on Ladurée, I would not feel guilty.
For there is no mistake, I said: I'm not complaining, and besides, I'm not complaining. I just know that the money and time spoil me. The money I have not the time I decided to take it anyway. The missing money and the time remaining, in fact.
Personally, I did ... I would have no problem with the idea of living in bed and read and write and eat, and stuff we do elongated and not the kind that layer on the paper. Ambition, career, recognition, all that, I'm going well above my meter 60. A little too much, I guess.
But now, according to my banker, I just can not afford it and I dare say I find it incredibly unfair can not afford that for which it was carved. Especially since not everyone would not want to live in bed to read and write and everything else. No. I would not take the place of anyone. This is not true. You, for example, would you do? There are enough people who want to move mountains, build a business or have children like that, there is nothing else for that matter.
For real, who loves me so much doing nothing, I find it absurd not to be born rich heiress.
is something that I put in my top 10 list of the most unfair things in my life, "not a rich heiress. And it is Deuze. The first is to be the type to put this injustice in second place. The third is to be a little crazy good. All this pin is not ultimately evil.
But being a little crazy is featured in the list of things I'm happy to be inhabited without asking for anything. Yes, I also have this list here. What? I'm a little crazy, that's all. And I complain and brag in 3rd position with all my lists. Yes, because I have other lists. These, books, restaurants, cocktails, country, assholes that if I I crossed them spit in his mouth, loves that if they stare down at me, I take in my arms. Each time, what happens in 3, is that either I'm a little crazy, I apologize for the crazy choice of 2 of the list because of my little madness.
A life of girl, horizontal, where everything is always prettier.
The right not to worry about the world, do not even ask me how I can (s) be useful for the conduct of this world, especially not realize that I am nothing and I'll never be useful at this Poor, poor world where all verticals announce as many collapses nineoneone and the other slaves, standing dead to build the tower in Shanghai's highest ground, so we are never as good as lying, and that's how we should all die.
A old daughter's life, listen to the radios that talk about classical music and avoid anything that relates directly or indirectly, News.
A hermit's life, where, however, the sushi would be delivered faster and better than in other neighborhoods.
A life without you, I imagine, too.
Yet.
Often it is a Maboule young life I lead. I write in the dust the piano "Me voy a bambalaya the Nuba, hasta la vista, baby" and with commas.
I listen to talk, have opinions on life, death, grief, the death penalty, abortion, and love. I laugh at me. I am my own show: a young lady who, with friends, sharing what others know better, know, period, but not just fail to turn the joke. I laugh at us. We do laugh at me. And I smile dreamily, pushing the sound of doom that is my alarm clock to tell me that life waits for me. It waiting for me, it seems.
I hope she is patient.
-maispastrop- 
Sometimes it's a life of spinster I need.
An old rich girl, means .
A large apartment, the endless corridors decorated with frames filled with sepia photographs of families that may have never known that not even the branches of my tree, if it is. A piano, which takes the dust dint of being loved too little. Books connected, the pages still sealed. A polished wooden floor, one of those squeaky soon as one is 2.3 not fox trot too.
And an environment of old, plunged into mothballs. Something that would have shifted the life, lifetime, and fixed forever, outside, outside, upside down and cons modes sofas design and feng shui-shit.
Street could continue to swarm, the JT may still announce more deaths, threats, an impending earthquake, perhaps, nothing moves. Peaceful. Unalterable. Far.
A context that does nothing to remind me never, I have, it seems, whole life ahead of me.
Because it is with whole life ahead of me that I take the time to never look into it. I never take the time to do it in my life before me, because I have friends my age to see, vodka drinking, nights to catch up, to devour books, American series to gorging, streets to be surveyed, trains and thousands missing, many of both. A mid-state mid-pensive lethargic which leads me to settle into my office and let me hang on till Card weekend. For several hours, I mean, my eyes do that, they hang on till Card weekend.
If only these tickets credit card inspired me a revolutionary idea that would overturn the world and stifle the wicked ... But not before those tickets where already the carbon pales, I swoon, first, having spent a wonderful evening. I then discovered the amount, great, it, too. And then, I blanched and try to remember. It's me, the wicked muffled now. Terrific, my evening passes formidiable. That's how I say, more recently, to qualify a night I could swear it was supposed, but I can not remember as shots of memories. And generally, this is the moment that I think of the incalculable amount of € invested in black holes. Biffetons much that if I had saved diligently, would have allowed me to stop being afraid to spend more than I have. I saw so much beyond my means than any up there, they look even more petits.Il seems it can not last.
I'm not the first to say, I will not last if I had was very rich, otherwise I would have been great. I gave my life that I promised him, small, in Dear Diary.
I'm not saying that I only worked for humanity or moved heaven and earth to the ozone layer. If anything, I would not even "made" ballerina saving lions during the holidays. I was ultimately the same, but better, a million times better €.
A kind of lazy pleasure, on a nicer couch. Surrounded by clocks which indicate that the seasons. That's really all that matters seasons, the hours, they even have a personality to them.
And most importantly, someone would have handled the mess of my store Thursday night. So Friday, I could m'attabler at a desk cleared of all these tickets credit card and a desktop friend, who would not have devolved. And the cherry on Ladurée, I would not feel guilty.
For there is no mistake, I said: I'm not complaining, and besides, I'm not complaining. I just know that the money and time spoil me. The money I have not the time I decided to take it anyway. The missing money and the time remaining, in fact.
Personally, I did ... I would have no problem with the idea of living in bed and read and write and eat, and stuff we do elongated and not the kind that layer on the paper. Ambition, career, recognition, all that, I'm going well above my meter 60. A little too much, I guess.
But now, according to my banker, I just can not afford it and I dare say I find it incredibly unfair can not afford that for which it was carved. Especially since not everyone would not want to live in bed to read and write and everything else. No. I would not take the place of anyone. This is not true. You, for example, would you do? There are enough people who want to move mountains, build a business or have children like that, there is nothing else for that matter.
For real, who loves me so much doing nothing, I find it absurd not to be born rich heiress.
is something that I put in my top 10 list of the most unfair things in my life, "not a rich heiress. And it is Deuze. The first is to be the type to put this injustice in second place. The third is to be a little crazy good. All this pin is not ultimately evil.
But being a little crazy is featured in the list of things I'm happy to be inhabited without asking for anything. Yes, I also have this list here. What? I'm a little crazy, that's all. And I complain and brag in 3rd position with all my lists. Yes, because I have other lists. These, books, restaurants, cocktails, country, assholes that if I I crossed them spit in his mouth, loves that if they stare down at me, I take in my arms. Each time, what happens in 3, is that either I'm a little crazy, I apologize for the crazy choice of 2 of the list because of my little madness.
A life of girl, horizontal, where everything is always prettier.
The right not to worry about the world, do not even ask me how I can (s) be useful for the conduct of this world, especially not realize that I am nothing and I'll never be useful at this Poor, poor world where all verticals announce as many collapses nineoneone and the other slaves, standing dead to build the tower in Shanghai's highest ground, so we are never as good as lying, and that's how we should all die.
A old daughter's life, listen to the radios that talk about classical music and avoid anything that relates directly or indirectly, News.
A hermit's life, where, however, the sushi would be delivered faster and better than in other neighborhoods.
A life without you, I imagine, too.
Yet.
Often it is a Maboule young life I lead. I write in the dust the piano "Me voy a bambalaya the Nuba, hasta la vista, baby" and with commas.
I listen to talk, have opinions on life, death, grief, the death penalty, abortion, and love. I laugh at me. I am my own show: a young lady who, with friends, sharing what others know better, know, period, but not just fail to turn the joke. I laugh at us. We do laugh at me. And I smile dreamily, pushing the sound of doom that is my alarm clock to tell me that life waits for me. It waiting for me, it seems.
I hope she is patient.
-maispastrop-
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Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Should I Sign California Certification Of Trust
(If you have not flown this summer, there is little chance that you were able to revel in this new summer. It would have been terrible shame pass over, is not it?)
This morning, I up at dawn. My eyes did not want it, but my body has forced
hand, and in the bathroom, I remembered that morning I was with good reason.
the best there is. The only, perhaps. In the mirror, the taxi driver watched my
smile in a suspicious ie we are more used to people really happy. Once
arrived, I counted the minutes with appreciation in advance before me, I settled
and waited.
Here it is, well, I do not feel any fatigue. Instead, excitation
kid running around in a body that every time I too old to get excited at this point
. I feel good here, it gives me this every time I feel like my place
more than anywhere else. There is this possibility of latent from anywhere, there are foreign
to all corners of waiting rooms and baggage filled with memories. There is, beyond all belief
that never belongs to anyone or anything; belief that shines
better than never, here in this place where everything seems to possess me so much it makes me feel alive.
I feel good. I looked around.
I could be the man to my right,-if one believes that the willingness to put
restyle every minute-must surely find a woman who gives it not also
pain sensations. I could be this child, who is traveling alone, but appears to be accompanied, however, of his escapades
all summer, as if they have a protected sunny. I could be
this woman, surrounded by a grief that the public place and the proximity
with strangers can not contain, and crying because ... she has lost someone. I guess. Maybe she
went to a funeral. I could be this woman, but I do not prefer.
It happens that I am a man who likes airports as some of the kids love sweets
: unrestrained, absolutely, even if it crash and burn.
I have the chance to go 2-3 times a month. I realize that this is a luxury.
I read something, an article somewhat serious, explaining that many people had never taken
the plane. It to say, never in their lives. People that I may have crossed in the subway and everything.
Interest section was to focus on witnesses who were already old. Because
me either, at 25, I had never flown before. These people, in the respective articles, where they had an age
absolutely ideal for catching the reader, make him feel otherwise concerned
at least sympathetic. I thoroughly compatible balloons. I remember "Paul has lived 67 years in Larzac
and never left." 67 years when Similarly, it is not nothing I tell myself.
I wonder if there is a Paul beside me, who goes first. The
passengers to their fate are asked to arrive 5 door, thank you.
Calling my flight interrupts the course of my thoughts is also what I like about airports
ok, it comes and I get up, I no longer think, Paul, other, the first time.
I'm just a man who likes airports, every time. I run the luggage trolley,
taking care to support my forearms on the resistance, so it does not brake.
was not like that, the carts, there's another ten years. I do not have real luggage, I do
go some day but I master the turns like no trolleys at Orly.
The wait is not too long and the hostesses are ... hospital even if their skirts are a little
long for my taste. I want to ask for menus, but out of shyness, I prefer to catch
newspapers that I will not read, smiling nonchalantly. It's been more serious, I think,
nonchalance.
"It is that, while 30%?
Yes yes, I tell you, I read that article too. 30% of French.
-But ... 30% ... is accurate ...
-... Wondering if I bluff.
No, not at all, I ...
-Yes, yes, I see. I understand from elsewhere. It is suspected of hitting someone, hop,
precisely known figures of a survey which asked about, like that in neighboring planes.
-Suspect, I do not know, but ... Good, 30% still, it seems pretty huge.
"You want to know why I know that, and the rest of the survey anyway?
"I want to know everything and that in particular.
"Because I myself had never flown before today. My blood
a thousand rounds.
Never, ever?
-my whole life. And before you have the courtesy not to ask me my age, I
confides: 39 years. In 39 years I had never flown before, here.
-... But what you did, then all this time?
-Both say that the investigation told me. I even clipped the article. And, not to hide you
, I read it last night. I should take it, well, I'd have shown 30%.
And you were never gone into an airport?
Ah yes, yes. I'm often looking mother. She visits me during the balances. She is very ...
-Interested in fashion?
-Radin. The hostess
hospital serves us our dishes. Peter and I are sharing a little more than ideas, he gives me his
butter, I offer him my dessert, it's a case with wheels.
And (I'm talking with his mouth full, but curiosity is beyond me), it makes you what, then, to take
plane for the first time?
He looks at me while chewing. The bread is a tad rubbery, that must be why.
You are very curious. It fascinates you, my deflowering air?
"I think, yes, that fascinates me, yes. You know, I'm addicted to it, airplanes, travel,
airports and everything, so ... you're some kind of UFO for me.
Ah you work in the travel then?
No, not at all, I work in textiles. I buy fabrics, for short. Internet,
from my office in Paris. And then I start checking equipment, finally, you see.
And, what fascinates you, it's travel?
Yes. And airports, departures, aircraft. Everything.
"It is amazing to work in an office when you are attracted by the moment and movement,
not?
We are currently experiencing a slight area of turbulence, do not lose
head, thank you.
My blood stops. He slaps me when braking. I have a tingling in the arms and unpleasant
anesthetic, to the point that I hesitate to ring the landlady. I love ringing the hostess but I spent
age, then, as a large, I allow myself plenty of time to do so.
-You feel good?
Actually, yes, I feel perfectly nickel, I think I even came close to bliss: it took that
Pierre, a complete stranger, pushes the door ajar I had already, in my little head, so that the
evidence imposes itself. I finished my cracked at once.
I do not sleep, I wait. I have already stated my tablet, my belt and wriggles to the idea of being
hook. The arrival points his nose, and with it, my irrevocable departure. Today, I give
special attention to the announcement of the captain on time, temperature and the whole shebang
. To be honest, I almost forgot my destination, and I happily discovered that the
weather in June in Tel Aviv is not very different from Paris. My 2
costumes will do the time I get acclimated. I open my bag where I thought that he took
essential: contact the seller of silk, my phone, my computer and my return ticket
. They appear as the most superfluous things that I had to see my mini
life. I'm in no hurry to leave, I leave them eager to rush into the aisles and I
bottled up after everyone. It gives me the opportunity to observe, again, these
people in transit, filled with emotions and expectations. This is the first time I go out in
last, it allows me to raise the fatigue on the smiles of the stewardesses, smiles as I read
nevertheless encouragement.
-We hope you had a nice trip with us.
- "The best" I said, pressing hard against me the bag that contains everything I want now to separate myself
.
The hall is full. I cast a last glance at my computer to my phone and: trash. I
tears the ticket back in plenty of small pieces. Paris crumbling. I have not the slightest idea
where I'm going and I know that Louise would be doubtful as to how I
suddenly decides to restart my life. But, after all, what do I care?
I have no wife, I have nothing, I'm like new with 2 costumes and 2 days for
build a life that is waiting for me since my first airport lounge. I hope someone will think
water the ficus office.
-maispastrop-
Illustrations © Marc Zory-Casali
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